Crimson goddess by Michael Idiong

Photo for illustration

I stopped playing my lute,
Just to stare at her.
She was standing 6 feet tall,
Hair flowing like the Paraná River,
Dark and endless, like Dead Space.
She walked steadily and everywhere

she Passed, beauty was In the air like cloudbursts.

Her skin was a delicate brown, bouncing
Off light reflections in the Hall of gods.
It was impossible to break off my stare.
I was caught in a limbo, that seemed to last for an eternity, and as she stared at me, Lightening Zeus like sparks struck deep within my soul.

She smiled and her lips looked like fine wine and as such, a picturesque of Bathsheba drinking Sweet wine from grapes 🍇 picked from King David's Vine yards and in that second I knew how she became the goddes of beauty...

Crimson red dress flowing and hugging
A figure easily depicting an hour glass
Hips like Jupiter's response to the sun, for nothing was firmer and bigger, Trailing towards stomach as flat and as smooth as desert sand, still moving in same symmetry to sit on firm beautiful breasts. Adorned with a golden watch and purse in hand,  She climbed down Golden stairs with Goldish yellow and green lights exploding everywhere exposing the exceptional radiance of her beautiful face.


All the gods bowed curtly in respect as she waved gently at Athena, who waved back and beckoned Her to her horse and carriage. I watched the goddess enter her carriage and ride away, not saying a word.
I felt ready to speak with this goddess, but it was not the law of the gods to speak to lady Charis without being spoken first to by her. Perhaps next time.

Before her white Pegasus horses took flight, She smiled and looked back at me then
whispered "fons de procellas" and before I could return the smile, as it was all I craved for.

She was gone.